Shower in tears,
Dust dance symphony's around us, moving with us as a leotard embraces its host.
fragments of our anger, taunts us and puppets movement which mimic violent words and ignites my outbursts.
Metal kissing metal and/then pavement, mirrors the style of my hand loving your face. A mother screaming for a lost child echos loud...reflecting the love I voice to you, could not be replaced.
Fabric rips through our communication(s)... I have so much to say!
childsplay moves us connected via marygoround of the way our talks go down, our kitchen a familiar playground; we shower in tears this day.
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